[89] _bring you_] Rowe (ed. 2). _bring you,_ (_you_ in next line) F1. _bring You,_ F2 F3 F4. [96] _of_] F1. _on_ F2 F3 F4. SCENE VI. _Camp before Florence._ _Enter_ BERTRAM _and the two French_ Lords. _Sec. Lord._ Nay, good my lord, put him to't; let him have his way. _First Lord._ If your lordship find him not a hilding, hold me no more in your respect. _Sec. Lord._ On my life, my lord, a bubble. 5 _Ber._ Do you think I am so far deceived in him? _Sec. Lord._ Believe it, my lord, in mine own direct knowledge, without any malice, but to speak of him as my kinsman, he's a most notable coward, an infinite and endless liar, an hourly promise-breaker, the owner of no one 10 good quality worthy your lordship's entertainment. _First Lord._ It were fit you knew him; lest, reposing too far in his virtue, which he hath not, he might at some great and trusty business in a main danger fail you. _Ber._ I would I knew in what particular action to try him. 15 _First Lord._ None better than to let him fetch off his drum, which you hear him so confidently undertake to do. _Sec. Lord._ I, with a troop of Florentines, will suddenly surprise him; such I will have, whom I am sure he knows not from the enemy: we will bind and hoodwink him so, 20 that he shall suppose no other but that he is carried into the leaguer of the adversaries, when we bring him to our own tents. Be but your lordship present at his examination: if he do not, for the promise of his life and in the highest compulsion of base fear, offer to betray you and 25 deliver all the intelligence in his power against you, and that with the divine forfeit of his soul upon oath, never trust my judgement in any thing. _First Lord._ O, for the love of laughter, let him fetch his drum; he says he has a stratagem for't: when your 30 lordship sees the bottom of his success in't, and to what metal this counterfeit lump of ore will be melted, if you give him not John Drum's entertainment, your inclining cannot be removed. Here he comes. _Enter_ PAROLLES. _Sec. Lord._ [_Aside to Ber._] O, for the love of laughter, 35 hinder not the honour of his design: let him fetch off his drum in any hand. _Ber._ How now, monsieur! this drum sticks sorely in your disposition. _First Lord._ A pox on't, let it go; 'tis but a drum. 40 _Par._ 'But a drum'! is't 'but a drum'? A drum so lost! There was excellent command,--to charge in with our horse upon our own wings, and to rend our own soldiers! _First Lord._ That was not to be blamed in the command of the service: it was a disaster of war that Cæsar 45 himself could not have prevented, if he had been there to command.